I still have frozen pumpkin from last year in my freezer. I should really try to use that up.

Called Mom. Dad said Joe could stay with them. Beautiful. Mom said she wouldn't call me anymore because she can't stand to hear me upset. No, Mom, I can't stand thinking that you guys are going to get hurt trying to fulfill your parental duty. Nothing is going to change with this situation until someone gets injured. Gah.

I'm going to derby practice later and hit something.

I see those, msbelle. Thanks. I think I'll use about those proportions, although maybe not that much sugar. I was going to use the whole can and wing it, but there was a lot of math involved.

Cashmere, your situation reminds me of children of elderly who ruin their own personal health trying to take care of a parent or two with huge medical/aging issues instead of placement into an assisted living center or Skilled Nursing Center. There can be a "we can't turn this over to managed care because it means we're crappy kids who don't care about our parent" mentality that is so much more harmful than helpful. And of course add in the unpredictable nature of schizophrenia and it's exponently complicated. Do your parents feel like they can't lay the "burden" of their son's care on someone else? Do they feel guilty?

The whole situation is so, so shitty and I am sorry for everyone involved.

Cash, I'm so sorry. I know how hard it is for you, and I know they must think they're doing the right thing. I watched this happen with my BiL, too, and it's not at all easy.

Hit everything you can, hard. (But don't hurt yourself.)

Ginger I use half the sugar and I also use half WW flour.

Cash, I'm so sorry. Safety Net, my pink ass. I'm wishing everyone safety and stability until they can get your bro back on meds and stabilized: mean time, go hit something.

OK, can I just say? This is why coworkers like me: I'm waiting on some stuff that has been promised to me before the end of the day. I.e., a half hour from now. Coworker calls me frantic, says she's working on it, probably needs 10 minutes. I say, OK, thanks! She was like, "....that was a much easier conversation than I was expecting." Hee. I'm like, dude! Stop talking, keep typing! No worries!

Cash, I have no words, but my thoughts are with you and your family. Do they have any support system nearby that you could call on to check on them?

Jesse, my favorite variant of that is having a PM call me fussing about having to fill in something I sent when it would take less time to just fill in the information. Grrrr, quit fussing and trying to throw your muscle around. I'm trying to make your job easier, dude.

Cash, I'm so damned sorry you have to go through this. I wish there was something I could do to help.